Art arises when the secret vision of the artist and the manifestation of nature agree to find new shapes.
Art is a step in the known toward the unknown
Pity the nation whose statesman is a fox, whose philosopher is a juggler, and whose art is the art of patching and mimicking. Pity the nation that welcomes its new ruler with trumpeting’s, and farewells him with hooting’s, only to welcome another ruler with trumpeting’s again. Pity the nation whose sages are dumb with years and whose strong men are yet in the cradle. Pity the nation divided into fragments, each fragment deeming itself a nation.
Of life’s two chief prizes, beauty and truth, I found the first in a loving heart and the second in a labourer’s hand.
Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart.
We live only to discover beauty. All else is a form of waiting
Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
When the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.
Birth and Death are the two noblest expressions of bravery.
You would know the secret of death. But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heath of life? The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light. If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life. For life and death are one, even as the river and sea are one. For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.
You would know the secret of death. But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life.
In the depths of your hopes and desires, lies your silent knowledge of the beyond, and like seeds dreaming beneath the snow, your heart dreams of spring. Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.